sheriffexe | [ WEEK THREE – ??? (NATALIE) ]

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[ WEEK THREE – ??? (NATALIE) ]

[ The skeletons drag Natalie down for a while, through a thick layer of them -- scratching and tearing and even biting as they go. Any sounds she makes will be muffled and the small amount of light from the pit will eventually fade after a while.

She'll even lose her hat. Shame.

But eventually the skeletons will let up, fading into more of a dirt tunnel than anything else. She'll slide down that for a while until eventually being spit out and landing on a concrete floor.

When she looks up, she'll find herself in what appears to be access tunnels, light bulbs hanging from the ceilings to provide dim light and pipes going along the walls going every which way direction. The room is square and plain and on every side of it has four different tunnels to lead her whichever way she chooses.

She could go forwards, backwards, left, or right. Which way will she go? ]

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Oh, I'm not dead. I'm not dead, I'm not dead.

[She dislikes everything a great deal, but at least that much is true.

She runs her hands over her arms and face quickly to try and get past the feeling of those things scratching at her, making a dismayed face at any minor injuries they might have caused. She looks up towards the pit, but something tells her she wouldn't be able to scream loud enough to alert them that she isn't dead. She can only try to find her way back to them, or out of here.

There's no clear indication of what the right way to go is, so... She heads forwards.]

[ You most certainly are not dead, Natalie!

But here's where it gets interesting -- or boring, depending on your perspective. As she walks, she will have to... keep walking. The path turns downwards after a while and the lights grow dimmer. Dripping water can be heard in the distance and bits of scuttling break into the silence.

It will take her three hours to reach the next intersection. Which way now? ]

[She will pass this time by muttering about how much she hates skeletons, as one does.

This time she decides to go left!]

[ Left sure is an option, huh!

This path is much brighter at least and after a while, the walls and floors turn from concrete to smooth white tiles, covering the walls, floors, and ceilings. The pipes have even sunk into the walls now too. Soon the walls will start to show windows, all of them clouded over and unable to see right through.

After four hours Natalie will finally come across an unclouded window.

It only has a chair on the other side and in the chair is a woman. A woman who looks awfully familiar, actually. Wait, isn't that just Natalie herself? The other Natalie looks up after a moment and smiles. ]

[It's been seven hours and she's hungry and tired and extraordinarily not here for this. But.

She does pause for a moment, then two, then three. It's so strange, and though she's ready to run, she speaks after a moment.]

Hello...?

[ The other Natalie looks absolutely delighted when Natalie speaks to her. Then, her face seems to go blank for a moment before finally shifting into an exact mimic of the expression the real Natalie makes right now. ]

Hello...?

[ The voice is muffled from the glass but her voice, it definitely does sound like the real Natalie's too. ]

[nope that's creepy she's leaving, bye

Is this a dead end, or can she pass by the window and continue on?]

[ She can pass by the window and continue on!

She will, of course, be followed by a few calls of come back, come back...! but if she ignores them, the calls will stop and she'll only have to keep walking. Eventually the windows stop and she'll end up in another intersection, still tiled. That one only took half an hour to get to.

Which way now? ]

[She is absolutely not going back, sorry creepy doppleganger.

She stops to think about it, but this time, she heads to the right.]

[ :( You're so mean, Natalie.

But hey, get ready for more walking! This one actually seems kind of nice after a while. The tiles fade into wood and the floor into dirt. The ceiling even fades into a solid mimic of a bright blue sky above -- which is definitely odd because at this point, it's probably about eleven pm in the town above.

After six hours (see, eleven pm) Natalie will start to see tiny living rooms appear in alcoves built into the sides. They'll have plush armchairs and cozy couches, warm crackling fire and rugs to finish it off. Then, as she keeps going, there will be dining rooms with long tables piled high with food on top -- all of it steaming and hot and ready to eat. She's more than welcome to take a bite. Then after the dining rooms are some warm bedrooms, with small bathrooms attached. Plush four posted beds and hot showers await Natalie if she so chooses. Even a change of clothes if she desires.

It's all very, very tempting. ]

[That is a trap. There is no way that is not a trap, but she's so tired and so hungry by now...

Biting her lip, she looks around to see if there's any loose gravel or a rock she can toss in that direction.]

[ There is definitely a scattered piece of wood lying on the ground. Maybe from one of those fireplaces? Either way, it seems acceptably toss worthy. ]

[Score!

She's going to toss it at some of the food to see what happens.]

[ Nothing happens! Shocker.

Natalie, are you gonna have yourself a meal or what? ]

[This is the worst decision she's ever had to make? But. If she gets killed by skeleton monsters for taking a piece of food, at least it beats slowly starving to death in a tunnel.

She picks up whatever happens to be nearest and looks it over, trying to see if there's anything out of place or strange about it.]

[ Nothing out of place at all.

Why not sit, serve yourself up a plate? Have a bite? Would be nice. ]

[She is taking a bite, but. She's not going to sit, as tempting as it feels.

Just going to stare longingly at it all while she eats this apple.]

[ The apple is fine.

But why would you pick an apple over all this warm, hot food? The stews, the soups, the warm potatoes and meats. There's even some gooey looking cheese dish over to the side.

Sit. Siiiiit. ]

[You can't tell her how to live her life, bracket text??

Although... She is still not taking a seat, thank you very much, but is there any sort of container she can put some of this food in to take with her?]

[ Oh, Natalie. :(

There's no containers but she can most likely load up one of those plates. Those very fine, normal plates on the plate settings that would be perfectly normal and fine to sit at and eat. ]

[n o p e

She's just shoving as much food as possible onto this plate before continuing on. Unless the plate tries to destroy her?? Please be kind, plate.]

[ The plate is kind but Natalie is not. :'(

Well, fine. Is she going to busy herself at the bedrooms or just keep walking? ]

[This area is safe enough... Maybe it can't hurt to look around the bedrooms. They did come here to find information, after all.

She heads towards one, though she's careful not to touch anything yet.]

[ It's a very normal bedroom.

But it is rather tempting. Don't you want to take a nap, Natalie? You've been awake for a while, after all. ]

I don't trust this. Any of this.

[Just, you know, for the record. So the bedroom knows.

...She's going to sit on the bed for literally one second before hopping off again to see if anything happens.]

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